Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
It rains: the earth wet.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch your own steps!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?